#arvak

[unfit-and-drunk]

Arvak, absolutely the best horse in Skyrim

[salad2022]

Process ☆◇☆

[elderscrollsconceptart]

"The Chariot" - Arvak

Art for The Elder Scrolls Tarot Deck

Art by Erika Hollice

[katastronoot]

quick little Arvak drawing from my sketchbook

[stilesdemonbaby]

I'm Not Surrendering by Arvak

Summary:

Stiles stared down at the man in front of him with a deep frown. Peter settled into his chair with a satisfied sigh and tipped his head back, closing his eyes. And Stiles couldn't fucking believe it. "How do you do that?" he snapped with irritation. The man rose a brow but his eyes stayed comfortably shut. "Do what?" Stiles glared. "You're just... Fuck, you're not bothered by anything, are you?!" Those chilly blue eyes cracked open just enough for the man to peer down at the seething boy. "You're literally about to die and-... And you don't even care!" -OR- Peter gets cursed by a witch and once the clock hits midnight, he'll suffocate. He's accepted his fate after they've exhausted every resource they can to stop it, and tries to convince Stiles to relax with him and spend his last moments doing anything other than stressing about something they can't control. But, damn it, Stiles never could admit defeat, and he sure as hell wasn't going to start now.

Tags: Another Pesky Witch Fic, Peter is Cursed, First Kiss, Feels, Stiles Stilinski Saves Peter Hale

Published: 2024-12-17

Words: 2,301

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: General

[thundering28]

I understand that in this sketch of Arvak I broke his neck, but I still like this sketch

🟪

[thefearwithin]

Mythoscember Day 13 - Arvak

Listens listen listnen...

I know this isn't actually Arvak from mythology

I know that this is literally just Arvak from skyrim

But...

He's my bestest boi and I love him very much

(and also I wanted to draw a firey skeleton horse)

But look! Pretty

[thenitookanarrowintheknee]

Who's horse is this!!! 🐎 🔥

[lakeviewcellar]

In the Soul Cairn with Serana and Arvak, such a good horse...

[bisquicklite]

Day 18: Saddle

This is Arvak. He's a good horse.

[sanguinechaos]

arknights ocs but its just two idiots who accidentally taught their pet bird to steal money

[braidedhades]

It’s been over a decade since this game came out, and I still manage to find new shit, move outta the way Shadowmere and Arvak, I found a new favorite demon horse

[captain29thegamer]

It’s hard to choose! Both are amazing!

[bioshocked-astroghost]

Forgot I had made this post and am reblogging it two years later to add I still hold my opinion that Arvak is the way to go and now I also think that Teldryn Sero from Solstheim is by far the best companion to have. He’s not overly chatty and he deals HELLA damage and has crazy health stats and he is in general kinda hot. He’s great <3

highly unpopular skyrim opinion that’s been said before and is obvious but mainly just me complaining

I think that Serana and Shadowmere are two of the worst possible companions to have

if you’re a stealth archer

They’re fantastic fighters and super cool companions in their own rights but I am fucking exhausted of having to leave them both far away so I can take care of enemies quietly

Serana’s pathfinding SUCKS and she starts so many fights like girl PLEASE calm down and stop taking my thunder. She gets in the way more than she actually helps half the time (I love her but jfc her AI pisses me off)

Shadowmere is super fucking cool but I never agreed with people who think she’s the best horse to have, but that’s only in regards to her as a horse in general, I hate that horses go with you if you fast travel (always preferred Arvak, he’s literally a pocket horse and you don’t have to look after him at ALL, I don’t want fighting animals anyways cuz it just makes me sad when they get hurt/die)

Anyway this was just me being pissed after Shadowmere and Serana bolted in unprovoked to Fort Sungard before I could even BREATHE and I had to go in and finish the fight

[lynbaccha]

Primo's new summon is something he has not seen before, but the feeling is kind of mutual.

(Includes me bending the lore timeline, because I can. I mean, young Primo, can you blame me?)

The summoning was never an easy task. It was always about control. Each side fighting for it, each side struggling to get what they wanted. Most importantly, however…

Would the other side lose the battle? Would the other side make a mistake and bend, unwillingly, to the summoner’s mold?

This ghoul didn’t want to lose. For what felt like hours it fought back. Almost like a barbarian in legends against an enemy kingdom. All alone. Doing everything in its power to remain as a master of its own life. 

But, like a tired animal after a dragged out chase, the ghoul made a mistake. And thus, Papa’s magic got a hold of it. Its wrathful scream of defeat echoed in the ritual chamber, as it was dragged up from the debts it calls home. 

Then, silence. During it, the smoke subdued and smell of sulfur vanished, as soon as they have appeared, revealing the summoned demon. 

The battle was over. Papa had won.

Primo, exhausted and worn in his own right, expected to face confusion and questions, at most. Every ghoul so far had those. Why me? What is my purpose now? And countless more.

Not with this one, no. 

It remained silent. So silent it threatened to suffocate the surrounding atmosphere. Its piercing eyes slowly, cautiously, scanning the room. All the new ghoul had to offer to others, was fear and hostility. Not that anyone blamed the poor thing, though. The situation, when put into perspective, must have felt terrifying. 

However, because of how hostile and fearful it was, Primo immediately recognized the situation as dangerous. On top of that, the male ghoul was big. The biggest one he had seen so far. Slender looking, like a water ghoul, but they had powerful horns, and muscles, like an earth ghoul would. 

Did he summon a hybrid?

No matter... This situation could turn ugly. And he knew he had to prevent it.

So, Primo approached the new ghoul. The moment he moved, the other male’s head snapped directly towards him. The ghoul’s gills flared up, and a low growl left his chest. The demon was cradling a glowing lantern in his arms, as he curled into himself.

The other ghouls almost held their breath, ready to jump on the new summon. Their job was to serve and protect Papa, and they took it seriously. The options all together were worse. And they hope the new guy will realize it sooner rather than later…

Under the demons watch, Primo took a few stepped closer, as he observed his new summon with as kind eyes as he could muster. In response, the ghoul showed his sharp teeth. The tail trashed behind him, and the young human man could see a stinger on it.

This is bad...

”Calm now…,” Primo spoke softly, and stretched his hand. Before he could say anything more, he felt a sharp pain in that very same hand, mere seconds after the new ghoul has buried his teeth in Papa’s flesh and bone.

From that, it was chaos.

Primo was pulled back by one of his ghouls, and the new summon was pulled into the other direction by two others. In an attempt to restrain the big ghoul, the rest twisted his arms enough to make him drop the lantern, that rolled directly in front of Primo. New Papa immediately picked it up, as the ghouls tried to restrain their fellow demon.

The effort was nothing but futile, as the chamber soon filled with snarls, growls and sounds of broken bones. The massive hybrid was pure rage and terror, and he felt threatened. Primo’s other ghouls tried to scratch, bite, and hit, and the hybrid did the same.

Primo observed. The new ghoul was panicking. In despair, even. After the lantern, it’s only possession…

And the moment the aggressive ghoul locked its eyes on him, he knew what to do.

The order was absurd to his ghouls. An order to stay back. To let the new summon to come to their Papa. The other ghouls fought against their Papa’s orders for a moment, until Primo reminded them of their duty. To obey their Papa.

The leap the new demon made was almost too sudden. Ghouls are faster than humans, much faster. However, this one was, again, was just summoned. Exhausted and not in its full strength. Without that fact on his side, Primo knew he would have been done for.

He reached the injured hand he carried the lantern in towards his ghoul. The hybrid came to an immediate halt, crouching a little in front of Primo. He wasn’t sure what to do, and it clearly was thinking the way out of the situation in front of himself. Both physically and mentally. This human cannot be trusted, Primo just dragged him from their home…

Why? That is the question Primo saw in the other’s eyes. Simple, yet full of confusion and uncertainty.

Gently, Primo put the lantern in the ghouls arms. Its owner’s another hand immediately reached to cradle the object, while the other was still tensed to its side. The demon’s gaze lowered to check for any damage to the possession, and he expressed its relief with a gentle bonk against the lantern’s glass.

Then, the two met each other’s eyes. Primo’s own were filled with compassion, as he laid his injured hand onto the other one’s arm. The demon tensed up a little, inhaling a sharp breath… Before he could relax, and feel the peacefulness in that feathery light touch from the being that he should despise.

”Easy now, tesoro,” Primo spoke once again. ”Easy now…”

The ghoul in front the Papa was full of confusion. Absolutely speechless in front of such kindness. From a person that dragged it off from its home. Even more confusing was that the ghoul couldn’t clearly remember when was the last time he had received gentleness. Scars on the gray skin told that much. The blind, green eye, framed with a scar, acted as a tattle tail of its brutal past.

”What is your name?” Primo asked. The ghoul answered with a blink. His name hasn’t mattered since small forever. He didn’t really need to even remember that. Just that he has one...

Yet, with surprising ease, the slightly strained voice whispers against the pressuring silence, gentle gaze of the another, and familiar warmth of the artifact;

”Arvak...”